Glasz hues danced with amusement before Kurt let out another muffled laugh, bodies inched significantly closer and hands left to roam freely underneath the covers as he continued to take in each and every inch of his boyfriend’s still sleepy ( yet unsurprisingly adorable ) post-coital existence. There was something different about him. A renewed level of ease, oozing confidence. His face positively radiant — full of bliss now that they had officially reached that next step in their relationship. ❛ Shouldn’t you be running lines with Rachel? ❜ The corners of Kurt’s mouth tugged up mischievously as cold fingers traced the back of his boyfriend’s bare shoulder, fairly positive running lines with Rachel Berry was sure to be the farthest thing from her Tony’s mind despite it already being the second day of their McKinley wide musical performance. The same fingers that had dug at that exact same spot and caused Blaine to utter sounds unlike anything Kurt had ever experienced from anyone before; part of him wondering when would be considered too soon to request a do-over as Blaine didn’t seem to think twice about bringing their proximity even closer.
❛ Blame living under the same roof as one Burt Hummel, ❜ he quietly mouthed, an apologetic smile quick to take over the taller male’s features as his expression softened. Much as Kurt had willed his body to go back to sleep and wake up at the appropriate hour, growing up the sole caretaker within a two man household for almost a decade waking up before the usual 7am alarm had simply become a part of the usual Hummel weekend routine. Especially with a dad who typically preferred your stereotypical not-at-all healthy or nutritious bacon and eggs for breakfast.
❛ Nothing noteworthy, I promise. ❜
There was no possible way that Blaine’s eyes could fill with any more stars than the galaxies of happiness already in them. The invisible hearts floating around his head were, no doubt, a blur of pink and red the size of a flock of birds going South for the winter. A look nothing less than completely absorbed in every tiny detail of Kurt’s face made the dancing shades of hazel and gold go owlishly round and he hinged on every passing second where the reality of last night rushed back sending ripples of chills and ribbons of warmth tangling through his limbs right after. Kurt barely had to do a thing to make it all happen over and over. Even something as small as a blink or the way his lips curled when he smiled. The touch that lingered over his shoulder where it was still sensitive and he swore a ghost of Kurt’s sigh, sweet and overwhelming, from their night together danced over the shell of his ear. He was smitten before. But now? Blaine Anderson was simply just..SUNK. And made no effort or foresaw any real need in the future to try to get back to the surface either.
“Rachel can wait. I’m sure she’ll understand. Nothing noteworthy? Good..” Blaine whispered as long fingers came up to trace the line of Kurt’s cheekbone before feathering a graze of fingertips through his hair so he could cup the back of his head and pull him in for another kiss. The way Kurt looked at him made it impossible not to give into the urge. Not that Blaine was complaining about the need that pooled in his belly anyway. Their lips touched. Soft and tender with a hum and a smile Kurt could feel against his lips before every word that followed was spoken against them. “Kurt? I swear I’m always going to love you as much as I do right this second. Never any less and only impossibly more. If that’s even somehow possible.”
A sheepish, cheeky grin puffed up his cheeks and wrinkled his eyes at their corners. “Not sure if it is but I guess we all need goals, right?”
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